The last few days I'd spent with Jamie were a bit awkward. After I'd initially cried myself to sleep, I'd woken up feeling kind of numb. The trip to Vegas had uncovered a lot of things that I wasn't sure I'd ever wanted to uncover.

My best friend became my lover and boyfriend. I'd met my biological father who was also in a polygamous relationship with Jamie's boss. On top of all of that, Jamie's first client is a man that wants a romantic relationship with me. Not only does he want that, he's also married and has kids.

Rhoen's called me a few times since I've been back in Boston but I haven't picked up. He's also texted me and I haven't responded. The same goes with Jamie. He's called and texted me but I haven't answered him. I don't know what to say to him anymore. I used to just call and talk about my days, but these days all I'm doing is moping about our ruined friendship. I don't think he really wants to hear about that.

I let out a sigh as I eye the elderly secretary sitting in front of me. Betty is her name and I'm going to guess she's retiring soon, probably the reason for her position being available. I'd been a secretary before, once even to Jamie's father. That hadn't lasted long after he'd made a few passes at me though, not that I'd ever tell Jamie about that. He was already sensitive about the topic of his father's extracurricular work activities.

I feel my phone buzzing in my purse and I reach in to grab it. It's Rhoen again which makes me let out another sigh. I want to talk to him but it's too soon after everything that's happened with Jamie. I know the type of relationship he wants from me and I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. Actually, I know I'm not ready for that, especially considering the other factors that would be involved in that relationship.

"Mr Edison will see you now." Betty says with a warm smile.

I stand up, straightening out my skirt as I do. I feel a slight nervousness flutter through my stomach as I walk through the door. I'm met with a set of dark green eyes, chestnut hair, and a warm smile. He's much too young to have this position. He's only a handful of years older than me.

"Hello," he stands and automatically holds out a hand to introduce himself, "I'm Cole Edison."

"Amelia Lemieux." I grab ahold of his firm grasp as I stare into those handsome eyes. He gives me a breathtaking smile before releasing my hand and gesturing for me to take a seat.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms Lemieux." He shuffles around with a few pieces of paper on his desk before finding the one he was looking for. "Seems like you've got quite a good background and experience for the job. You've a degree in accounting. Why haven't you pursued that?" His eyes flash back to mine in question.

"Well, I may have a degree but I'm not really sure if that's exactly where I want to be."

"It could pay you exponentially more than Betty's job." I cock my head to the side, taken aback by his words. "What I mean to say is that we also have a position in our accounting department. I think your knowledge would be best put to use there." I open my mouth and then close it, not knowing what to say. His eyes probe mine for a minute longer before asking, "have I offended you?"

"No." I fidget with my skirt, looking away from those intense green depths. "I just wasn't expecting this. I don't exactly know what to say."

"I'm offering you a job in a more appropriate field." He sits back in his chair with a thoughtful smile before saying, "so, I think you should say 'yes, Mr Edison, I'd love the opportunity.' Or something of the like."

I can't help but let out a little laugh at his humor. He's handsome and playful. He's seemingly someone I could work for, but part of that equation makes me take pause. I stare at him for a moment longer shaking the notion of men altogether out of my head.

"Yes, Mr Edison, I'd love the opportunity."

"We're off to a good start then." He lets out a deep chuckle. "Now, tell me about yourself."

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"Hey," Jamie's voice answers but all I see is blackness. "Give me a moment." I sit back into the pillows of my bed, gnawing on my lip nervously. A few seconds later the light flickers on in his hotel room. Jamie sits back against his pillows as he holds the phone up to his face.

"Hey." I say, after a moment of us just staring at each other. He purses his lips slightly then looks off to the side at his nightstand.

"You don't pick up my phone calls for nearly three bloody weeks and then decide to call me at midnight on a Tuesday?" I continue nibbling my lip, not knowing what to say. "Do you have anything to say, Amelia, or are you just going to continue your nonsense until you chew your lips off?"

I stop and answer, "I'm sorry I haven't answered your calls." His lips are in a flat line. I can tell he's really not happy. "Sorry, I'll let you go to sleep." I shake my head and go to end the call when he interrupts me.

"Don't you dare hang up the phone on me after you've already made me wait this long to talk to you. You've already woken me up." His hazel eyes go from irritated and hard to soft. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." And I had. I'd missed him desperately, but so much has changed between us.

"You look good." The words make me roll my eyes. "What? You do."

"It's three o'clock in the morning here. I look half asleep." I deadpanned.

His eyes roam down the screen to where the top of my breasts are and says, "yeah, but you look real good." I angle the phone back to my face which makes him give me a sad smile. "I'm not going to lie, I've missed your body, Mellie." I take a moment to look down the screen, just like he had, to appreciate his toned body. He holds the phone out and angles it down so I can see the rest of him lying there in nothing but his underwear.

"Jamie..." His name is almost a moan on my lips as his hand goes to the top of his underwear. I feel myself dampen automatically at the sight of that and his nearly naked body. "What are you doing?"

The phone turns back up to his handsome face as he says, "it's been almost three weeks since you've wanted to talk to me. Do you miss me or do you miss this," he flashes the camera back to his body, his hand still on the edge of his underwear. "You're horny, aren't you?" He brings the phone back up to his face with an arched brow.

"N— nnno." The word had stuttered out of my mouth, which let him know that it was a lie. Both of his brows raise in disbelief. "Fine. I am now but I wasn't when I first called you."

"But you are now?" I nod. "Good, because so am I." I watch as his face twitches slightly and he lets out a small sigh.

"Oh my god," I shake my head at him, "don't tell me you're..."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Jamie, come on. Don't do this to me."

"Oh, I'm not doing anything to you." He gives me a cheeky grin. "You should do it to you."

"You're messing with me aren't you?" A playful smirk plasters itself on his face as he angles the phone down. His cock is now out of his underwear as he strokes himself in his hand. I feel a tingle go straight to my core as I watch him work himself. "Jesus, Jamie!"

"Tell me," he shows me his face again, "have you been with anybody else since the last time I was with you?' I shake my head no.

"Have you?" He shakes his head no as well. I cock an incredulous brow.

"I haven't, baby."

Baby. The word made my chest swell and the ache in my core worsen. I reach down, slipping my hand beneath my panties. I have to hold back the moan as my fingers run along my wet slit. I rub them back and forth, teasing my sensitive, needy heat.

"You're touching yourself, aren't you?" I nod at him which makes him let out a satisfied grunt. "What are you thinking about?"

"You..."

"What about me?"

"The way your tongue worked me..." I let out a moan as I close my eyes, thinking about it. "Having you deep inside me."

"Push your fingers inside you." I do as he asks, pushing them nice and deep with a soft whimper. "Are are you picturing me?" I nod, eyes still closed. "Move in that tight cunt faster for me, picture my cock rocking in and out of it." My breathing increases. "Can you feel that?"

"Oh god, yes!" I moan out into my bedroom. "Fuck, Jamie..."

"Just keep working yourself for me." I do as he asks, thrusting my fingers inside of me. "You know what I'm doing?"

"What?" I open my eyes seeing his sexy face, scrunched in pleasure.

"I'm picturing your tight pussy on me, milking me with nothing in between us." I watch as his chest rises and falls heavily with each breath. "Playing with my mess in your—" He blows out a deep breath as his eyes close. I begin to think of what he's thinking about, picturing his fingers working inside me, like mine are in this moment. "Fuck. I want to come in you so bad."

"I want you to so bad. I want you so bad." His eyes flutter open. "Jamie, I-" I begin to tremble as I bring my fingers to my clit and rub hard. "Oh god, I-"

"Come with me, baby."

My jaw goes slack at the same time his does. His hand starts to shake and then his body stiffens as he begins ejaculating on his abdomen. Watching his faces, hearing the noises he's making while thinking about being with me, send me right over the edge. I curse out loudly and my legs clench together as an orgasm rides through me.